Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(36)

He heard Quinn suppress a gasp against his neck. Quinn's body stiffened next him, but he didn't say anything. Confused, Drew ran his fingers over the letters again. "I'm so sorry. So sorry."

"I know, baby, you couldn't have stopped it. None of us could have." Nathan's mood changed and he pulled away, rising on his knees, he lifted Drew's hips. "Come for me, you little bitch. Quinn, let's make this little bitch scream."

Unsure what had just happened, Drew cried out as Nathan slammed into him deeper than before, his cock ramming that spot that robbed him of everything. Quinn eased his hand down and gripped Drew's cock, stroking him with strong, callused fingers, setting up a rhythm that combined with Nathan's had Drew crying out for more and more and God, please more. Until there was no more. Until he was a wasted shell of a man barely holding on to that one frayed link to reality.

He screamed loudly. Nathan's name, Quinn's, God's, and fuck's, and then Nathan's again. He remembered that much as he felt Nathan's still rock-hard cock leave him empty and wanting.



       
         
       
        

"Your turn," Nathan said as he slipped the condom off, and Drew knew he wasn't talking to him anymore. His eyes were only for Quinn now.

"My turn? Well, gosh, you sure you have something left for me?" Quinn replied almost coldly as he untangled himself from around Drew.

"Just get your ass over here so I can fuck it." There was no softness in Nathan's voice as he spoke to his lover, just a dark-almost dangerous-growl that echoed in Nathan's eyes. "Don't make me come after you."

Quinn stood and stripped out of his jeans with jerky motions. "Damn, Nate, I like when you get demanding."

Nathan reached out and dragged Quinn to him. Turning him around, he positioned Quinn in a way that had him on his knees looming over Drew. "Lick him, you little bitch. Lick his dick."

"Shit, Nathan … " Quinn didn't finish, he moaned as Nathan pushed him forward and slicked a finger inside him.

Drew raised up on his elbows to watch just as Quinn's eyes glazed over with pleasure. He bent his head, and before Drew could move away, his pink tongue flicked out and licked him. "He tastes salty. Oh, that feels so damned good."

"Suck him, baby. I want to watch you both come. Both of my bitches." The smile that stretched across Nathan's face was stark. Something dark lurked behind his eyes. "He's hard again, look at that. Drew is a big slut just like you are. He's our bitch now. Both of you are my bitches. Suck him, Quinn."

Quinn's mouth was so fucking hot, Drew couldn't help but cry out. The head of his cock was still so sensitive from his orgasm, and Quinn sucked dick like no one he'd ever met. Taking Drew deep into his throat, sucking and licking until Drew was ready to burst again. He felt Quinn's throat tighten around him when Nathan entered Quinn roughly. He felt the strangled cry as Quinn's fingers clawed his thighs.

"That looks so fucking nice." Nathan's nostrils flared, his voice gone soft, his eyes lost the hard coldness of a few seconds before. "How does that feel, Drew? Quinn's mouth is magic. I love when he sucks me off. God, I live for his mouth on my dick. The way he swallows me whole, there is nothing like it. Except his long dick in my ass. All he has to do is look at me and I want him. He's mine. Mine. Oh, God, Quinn, not much longer."

Nathan threw back his head, slamming his hips into his lover, the sounds coming from his slack mouth doing wicked things to Drew. Things that coupled with Quinn's mouth sent him spiraling over that brink. Drew gripped Quinn's head, arching into him, and let himself fly. When he was finished, Nathan walked Quinn up Drew's body and pressed him flat against him. Quinn's long cock lay between them slick and throbbing. His greedy mouth touched Drew's, sucking on his lips, his tongue slipped into his mouth. Drew tasted his own spunk. Nathan leaned over and kissed him as he ground his hips into Quinn. 

Drew reached around them both, caressing Nathan's back, loving the way his muscles flexed. Quinn's gasps for more against his neck, his mouth, had him filling again. Impossible. Quinn's wet dick slithered against his as Nathan rode him, and Drew couldn't get enough. He slid his hands down and gripped Nathan's ass tight. "Fuck him harder," he heard himself say. "Fuck him, Nathan. That's right, baby. Short and fast just like that, slam him hard. His dick is so hard. He's lost, ready to explode. Fuck him, fuck Quinn's pretty ass."

Nathan's gaze, glazed and nearly crazed, locked with his. "Drew, shit, I'm coming."